10/12/2001 - 10:34 p.m.

Part 12

The smell of cat had expanded from the rain- Lisa would swear it had been stronger since she woke up. Things always seemed worse in broad daylight, or rather, the smudgy piece of paper from Michael did. After five minutes trying to decifer it, she looked in the phone book and instantly decided she didn't care enough to call up the 25 Michael Whites in the phone book to find if they'd gone out last night. In the end, she tossed it in the drawer with the phone book.

It wasn't that great an experience anyway. He would probably be back with the Bride of Frankenstein within the week too, although that wasn't really a fair comment on Frankenstein's tastes. Frankenstein probably really only dated glamourous girls, and only hung out with the freak during filming. Of course, that meant she didn't even have a chance with Frankenstein...

Lisa threw open her closet in an attempt to search for a dress. She realised she had seven days, but this was for Emily's wedding, and there was no reason to leave things to the last minute. If something needed ironing, she'd have to know ahead of time. In all probabilty, whatever it was would need a heavy duty dry cleaning stain removal job. For some reason, dresses simply never stayed clean for her.

An hour and four dress bags later, the phone rang.

"Where were you all last night?"

"Em, I was out."

"You didn't say you were going out."

Lisa sighed. "I didn't know I was." A very long silence from the other end. "I'm not going to tell you." More silence. "I could just hang up on you."

"But you wouldn't do that."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Then talk."

Lisa rolled her eyes. She tossed the dresses off a chair and sat down; this was going to be a long discussion.

"-You'd better explain," Emily was saying.

"You won't believe it."

"Lisa, it's you, it's bound to be true no matter how wacky it sounds. Weird shit just happens to you."

"OK, this guy came up and asked me out in the middle of the street yesterday."

"Brett?"

"No."

"Stephen?"

"No."

"Alan?"

"No," shooting icy daggers into the receiver, "He's not up for parole yet, and even if he was..."

"OK, OK, sorry I brought it up."

"I am too."

"No, you can't stop now. Who was it? Or didn't you tell me about him at the time? Lisa!"

"This is the time, I've never met the guy."

Incredulous, "Lisa, are you saying that some strange guy walked up to you and asked you out... and he lived?"

"Yes, I'm surprised too."

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